But it gives me butterflies in my stomach (the good ones) when I think about doing it....and succeeding. You know the feeling you get when you're so incredibly excited about something you almost feel sick to your stomach. That's what the mere THOUGHT of participating in this does to me. Failure??? Well let's not talk about the fact that I'll probably need to go on antidepressants if I fail.
I have wanted to write since I was 14 years old......and an english teacher told me I had an "amazing voice".
But could I handle the pressure......fuck could I even find a topic....could I even write 50, 000 words in 30 days. That's 1700 words a day..........
Four women who have long depended on their group of friends to sustain each other through some of lifes worst moments must now deal with the death of a friend. Referred to amongst themselves as the "Fab Five", they begin to question the direction their respective lives have taken. While each woman lives independantly of the others, the death of one of their own forces them to face just how important their relationships are. As they begin to look closer, lies and deceptions are exposed.
That's the premise. I think I may have my head up my ass believing that I could actually do this.
What can it hurt to give it a shot?